thinker_nandha - Hello Poetry

The magic trapped inside a cylinder, A piece of paper entrapping nothing but a bit of nicotine and tobacco, A piece of unholy medicine, a piece of crap, That helps to rid of many trappings, that which helps to let go Of the ****** oxygen trapped in the lungs, the air inside circling over and over again, all the sorrows of the heart ,the weight of guilt, the pain of loneliness, the longing for companionship, the deep seeded wish to be truly free, the duality of good and bad, the conflict to do or not to do, the feeling of being trapped in someone else’s dream, the angst to live, by what others want to be, the falsehood of all that is around, the desire to change the world, to create a change , to rid the world of all falsities it believes to be true, the false friendships, the petty enmities all the desires and sorrows, all the ambitions and goals, the desire to live and achieve greatness, the feeling to be remembered long after death, All of these this and thats, Went out with the puff of grey smoke that came out of the tip of a cigarette, Finally the cigarette itself was non more, Reduced to a pile of ashes with leaving nothing but an yellow stub, As evidence of its existence. Reminding that all that remains of us after we leave, is nothing more than a pile of bones and dust. A horrible little thing that consumes itself, Leaving nothing in its wake other than smoke and ashes.

0

Jul 22, 2020

Jul 22, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC

The puff

The magic trapped inside a cylinder, A piece of paper entrapping nothing but a bit of nicotine and tobacco, A piece of unholy medicine, a piece of crap, That helps to rid of many trappings, that which helps to let go Of the ****** oxygen trapped in the lungs, the air inside circling over and over again, all the sorrows of the heart ,the weight of guilt, the pain of loneliness, the longing for companionship, the deep seeded wish to be truly free, the duality of good and bad, the conflict to do or not to do, the feeling of being trapped in someone else’s dream, the angst to live, by what others want to be, the falsehood of all that is around, the desire to change the world, to create a change , to rid the world of all falsities it believes to be true, the false friendships, the petty enmities all the desires and sorrows, all the ambitions and goals, the desire to live and achieve greatness, the feeling to be remembered long after death, All of these this and thats, Went out with the puff of grey smoke that came out of the tip of a cigarette, Finally the cigarette itself was non more, Reduced to a pile of ashes with leaving nothing but an yellow stub, As evidence of its existence. Reminding that all that remains of us after we leave, is nothing more than a pile of bones and dust. A horrible little thing that consumes itself, Leaving nothing in its wake other than smoke and ashes.

27

The sea of faces, None so real as the others, Hiding behind these physical faces, are the real ones? The most beautiful ones may yet be A mask none the less. We are masked monsters hiding Under the empty smiles, hard angers, Like a vacant soul I wander knowing not With what to fill the deep crevase That hails violently asking to be filled Deep in me like a hungry hyena That scours around looking for the dead When many are alive around.

0

Jul 22, 2020

Jul 22, 2020 at 3:06 AM UTC

Sea of faces

The sea of faces, None so real as the others, Hiding behind these physical faces, are the real ones? The most beautiful ones may yet be A mask none the less. We are masked monsters hiding Under the empty smiles, hard angers, Like a vacant soul I wander knowing not With what to fill the deep crevase That hails violently asking to be filled Deep in me like a hungry hyena That scours around looking for the dead When many are alive around.

13

What is that I want? What is it that I seek? How do I fill the emptiness that always seems to lurk in my heart. Haunting me day and night Like an insatiable demon I know not what its fodder is I know not what to feed it with That cold hearted demon that hides behind all the facade that wanders outside The empty heart fills me with hate, cold anger, Trying to make me into a being that feels nothing. Ambitionless, filled with just desires for things Cant there be a live wanting nothing seeking nothing Just being. Not planning for what lies far ahead But living just for the here and now. How nice would that be were it not possible.

0

Jul 21, 2020

Jul 21, 2020 at 8:37 AM UTC

empty

What is that I want? What is it that I seek? How do I fill the emptiness that always seems to lurk in my heart. Haunting me day and night Like an insatiable demon I know not what its fodder is I know not what to feed it with That cold hearted demon that hides behind all the facade that wanders outside The empty heart fills me with hate, cold anger, Trying to make me into a being that feels nothing. Ambitionless, filled with just desires for things Cant there be a live wanting nothing seeking nothing Just being. Not planning for what lies far ahead But living just for the here and now. How nice would that be were it not possible.

16

Remember the times I have spoken ill of you, the nights you spent crying bcoz of me. Remember the times I have made you feel bad or seemed not to care, Remember all the bad things I've done to you, The days are turning black, nothing seems alive, The world around me seems to be still, Nothing moves around me, just darkness nothing more, I feel I'm buried alive, paralysed in body alive in mind The four walls around me my coffin, Words of separation the coffin nail that seal my fate, In the utter darkness surround with nothing visible but black, I smile realising its ur favourite colour and Carve your name on the coffin walls with my ****** fingernails.

0

Jul 21, 2020

Jul 21, 2020 at 8:35 AM UTC

HATE ME PLEASE

Remember the times I have spoken ill of you, the nights you spent crying bcoz of me. Remember the times I have made you feel bad or seemed not to care, Remember all the bad things I've done to you, The days are turning black, nothing seems alive, The world around me seems to be still, Nothing moves around me, just darkness nothing more, I feel I'm buried alive, paralysed in body alive in mind The four walls around me my coffin, Words of separation the coffin nail that seal my fate, In the utter darkness surround with nothing visible but black, I smile realising its ur favourite colour and Carve your name on the coffin walls with my ****** fingernails.

13

Being in pain but born a guy he couldn’t even cry out in open, Having no room for himself he hid in a dark corner Putting a towel into his mouth and over his face He cried but ensured not a single sound came, He cried and cried in pain yet it didn’t go away So he took to pain to make it go away He began to starve himself so that hunger may make him numb He then took to beating himself but even that didn’t make it go away He then tried hurting himself but the pain didn’t stop Finally at loss with no way before him he took a knife Sliced through the vein and the pain did end but so did his life.

0

Jul 21, 2020

Jul 21, 2020 at 1:21 AM UTC

Guy in pain

Being in pain but born a guy he couldn’t even cry out in open, Having no room for himself he hid in a dark corner Putting a towel into his mouth and over his face He cried but ensured not a single sound came, He cried and cried in pain yet it didn’t go away So he took to pain to make it go away He began to starve himself so that hunger may make him numb He then took to beating himself but even that didn’t make it go away He then tried hurting himself but the pain didn’t stop Finally at loss with no way before him he took a knife Sliced through the vein and the pain did end but so did his life.

11

His most hated face stood there staring at him With a smirk on his face that brought nothing but disgust The man he hated, despised wished never existed, The guy who should have never been born, The one who doesn’t deserve anything, One who caused him nothing but pain and suffering, With all the anger and hate he looked at the smirking face And punched at the face, the mirror shattered, Though blood dripped from his hands he smiled in success Yet in the pieces of the mirror the same face smirked at him again.

0

Jul 21, 2020

Jul 21, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC

the face he hated

His most hated face stood there staring at him With a smirk on his face that brought nothing but disgust The man he hated, despised wished never existed, The guy who should have never been born, The one who doesn’t deserve anything, One who caused him nothing but pain and suffering, With all the anger and hate he looked at the smirking face And punched at the face, the mirror shattered, Though blood dripped from his hands he smiled in success Yet in the pieces of the mirror the same face smirked at him again.

10